𝕱𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞, 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖞 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊'𝖘 𝖓𝖔 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖙 𝖆𝖗𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖗 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝕿𝖗𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕬𝖒 𝕴 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖆𝖒 𝕴 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕻𝖔𝖜𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖘 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖜𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝕸𝖞 𝖘𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖞𝖎𝖓' 𝖙𝖔 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖒𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖚𝖕 𝖂𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖆 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖞𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖀𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖊'𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖆𝖙 (Song: Hungover in a City of Dust by Autoheart)